The vandals were caught and the handles returned. The pumps are now fully operational.
With the help of some lacquer thinner and a little elbow grease, I’ve disentangled myself from blue.
Maggie sold her farm, and my new boss is really nice!
The wind blew the answer into a tree and I was able to climb up and grab it. It’s “ten.”
No, seriously, Ma, it’s totally alright. Really!
I found a really great Meetup group, so I really won’t be that lonesome when you go.
Apparently, that girl from The North Country remembers me. She just “friended” me!
Change of plans: now only select people who really deserve it must get stoned.